Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Crazy Bulls

This public cemetery is quite spacious, although it is somewhat entered into from the main road. There are not many houses around the cemetery. At the west end of the entrance there is only one flower trader who is shallow.

Jeffry is seen poking a sheet of blue money on the mother of the flower seller, all nitip motor so it is safe. Then walk into the cemetery.

Still early in the morning, he deliberately took the time to stop by all of them to go to work.

His pusara father still looks clean, there is only one two weeds growing. Jeffry is routine once every two weeks here.

Above the top there is no tombstone that says the name of the father, there is only a large black stone. That's all he took from the empty yard next to the funeral. As a marker only, after all we are prohibited from giving excessive marks on someone's grave, right?

Jeffry prayed for a while and then sowed flowers and stuck alone beside the navel.

Always this way, when Jeffry pilgrimages to this tomb as if his heart never shuddered in the slightest. He still felt empty, there was no longing that was treated like a child praying for his father.

There was no satisfaction he felt in his heart.

It was just the beginning when Mom brought him here. He was happy to know that his father's body was residing in this land. He can tell his friends and affirm that he only has a mother. He could grow up well without a father.

He thought maybe because he never knew what his father's face was like. Even though my mother said it was similar to her.

What kind of a similar? Her nose? His eye? His nature? Jeffry doesn't know either.

Suddenly the shadow of Mr. Mahendra flashed through his mind. Why did it feel like there was something in the old man? Jeffry felt he had known Mr. Hendra before.

He tried to remember if there was a possibility that they had met before?

Since the arrival of Mr. Hendra to the workshop bang Roni, Jeffry's heart is not calm. He was curious about the man, but when he remembered this tomb, he again muffled his coco-pocket.

Mom said you were dead, right? Would he still ask where his father is? Isn't it the same as hurting my mother?

But there's no harm in finding out? It's possible Mr. Hendra's brother is far away. Jeffry had not known any of his father's family.

If true brother, could his father be a rich man too? Why did he and his mother remain poor? Was her mother kicked out?

Jeffry's getting upset.

A breeze blew Jeffry's face. He spread his eyes, quiet. In this vast TPU there are only three people who are seen on pilgrimage including himself.

Then Jeffry's gaze was glued to the figure of a man who was seen walking closer to him.

Jeffry squinted, like seeing a model walking on the catwalk, he was stunned.

This foreign man was wearing a black suit that looked parlente in Jeffry's eyes. For example, there is a passing laler may be able to slip so slippery. His shoes also look dear to be used on this grave ground.

If later his life is established, the style of dress of the man in front of him is what he will imitate. Not excessive, but looks luxurious and authoritative. I'd be proud to see it.

"Can we talk for a second..."

Jeffry came out of his daydream.

"... Jeffry?" the man continued, saying his name.

This guy knows him? Jeffry's brain is directly buffered.

"We've never met or known before" Dion explained.

"So?" Jeffry raised his eyebrows in wonder. What's this guy gonna do to look for him?

"I'm your brother."

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"Eh buset tired bangeeettt..." Sofia straightened her legs on the sofa room. All his body ached late sitting in the car, although the car used Violin type that will not shake frenzied despite passing the speed bump aka the police sleep.

Sofia is the type of person who will get dizzy if the fall is in the vehicle. End of stomach nausea and vomiting. Yuuhhh...

Unlike Pam and Vio, they can snore beautifully and survive until Jogja.

"Fiiaaaa get your suitcase done, nih!" Pam entered the room while misuh-muh. He dragged Sofia's soft pink suitcase.

"Hmmm, just put it there!" sofia replied, half her eyes were closed.

"Gedein AC her doooonngg.." Sofia whine.

"Truly child, what holiday is the title?" pam's nagging, but his hand grabbed the AC remote as well.

"Crazy, I just don't take anything with me." cried Pam saw the Innate Violin who was almost a big suitcase.

"Not to grumble." Violin Sahut. "Where are you semalem, so bright face?"

Violin investigated Pamela, her lips were nagging, but her eyes could not bo'ong.

Pam grinned, "Kepo deh, leaning over, this one's more 'hot'." Kerling's naughty.

Violin sneered, "soon to you." He went into the bathroom, his body was so clingy. I can't stand pingin diguyur.

Really, his father is serious to Jogja with a car. The duration was many times over, tired as well.

Pam glanced at Sofia who was asleep with a mangap mouth. He plans to come out for a while looking for a real change of clothes. Wake up Sofi, don't have to either. Finally he grabbed the bag and sauntered out of the room.

In the corridor of the house he passed by several domestic assistants. They smiled amiably while bowing their bodies as low as possible.

It really looks like a palace.

This house is really designed with a thick Javanese feel.70% of buildings are made of teak wood.

At the front there is a pendopo separate from the main building, the living room is open with white silk cloth on each pillar.

Rooms are lined on the left right with their respective corridors connected to each other. In the middle there is a fish pond and various ornamental plants are neatly arranged and maintained.

Behind this building is a pavilion where assistants rest.

Although the air here is quite cool, but Atmanegara still install AC in every room. Except the Mbah room that can catch a cold if it hits AC.

Counted twice Pam joined Violin here, exactly when she forgot. Because that time just stopped by for a while and in a hurry condition.

Pam walked down the corridor in a frown, she turned at the end of the corridor as the big hand grabbed her hand.

The movement was so fast and knew Pam was already in the room.

He had a startled screech, but his mouth was immediately silenced by Rion's soft lips.

When she found out the owner of the hand was Rion, Pam breathed a sigh of relief. He even wrapped his hands around Rion's neck and chose to close his eyes, enjoying the swipe of Rion's tongue that was getting inside, breaking apart Pamela's mouth.

God, this is how sweet this guy feels. Or he alone who has been too adoring Panji, until he forgot there are more beautiful creatures besides Panji.

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